She ran as fast as her legs could taker her. She ran past sneering faces, curious glances and people whom just did not care. She just had to get away from everyone. ‘This is the worst day of my life’, she thought as she fled into the nearest girl’s lavatory. Once inside a stall, Myrtle fell to the floor in tearful heap.
‘I should have never trusted that creep. He’s just a jerk like everyone else.’ Her thoughts became more muddled as she cried on. ‘I thought he loved me.’ A heart-wrenching sob escaped Myrtle’s quivering lips as her mind was filled with the memories of him.
*“Myrtle will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?” He asked of her. Myrtle was speechless. No one had ever asked such a thing and she didn’t know how to respond.
“I…I…I don’t know what to say?”
“Please say yes. You won’t regret it.”
“Yes!” She squealed with absolute glee.
Then, without warning, he swept her up and twirled her.*
And in another gush of tears, she remembered their first kiss; the way their lips melted against each other and the warmth of his breath on her lips. The way he held her gaze. Their first date where Myrtle kept fidgeting with the tablecloth and ended up spilling their drinks all over the place. She remembered countless times they had together.
‘Oh, Merlin why did I let him toy with me? Then Olive Hornby tells me he dumped me because I have goofy glasses. How could he?’
Myrtle’s glasses were fogging up again.
*‘Myrtle I can’t take it anymore…” He couldn’t find the words to end it quickly. “You…Ugh!”
“What are you trying to say?” Myrtle’s voice shook. ‘He’s dumping me…No this is a mistake he can’t be dumping me.
“You aren’t dumping me, are you,” her voice lowered another octave.
“I’m sorry but that’s exactly what I’m doing. I can’t be with you Myrtle. Not if I want to carry out my plans.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I can’t tell you that.”
“I hate you. How could you do this to me after all we’ve been through? Please…with you I actually felt like I belonged.”
But he didn’t hear any of it. He had all ready left. *
‘I hate him! He didn’t even tell me the real reason he left. How am I going to face school tomorrow?’
There was a rustling on the tiled floor and a weird hissing sound.
‘It better not be a boy’
“Who’s there?” Silence. “Hello? Is there anyone there?”
Myrtle was starting to get irritated. ‘The nerve of that boy not answering’ Then came another low hissing but this time from right outside the stall door.
Carefully Myrtle opened the door. What she saw next was unexpected. A pair of Big Yellow Eyes and she died.
Her one last thought was ‘ I love you, Tom Riddle.’
Because of Riddle's plans, Myrtle died.
A/N: Okay…Well there it is. I hope you liked. So yea, you see that space below where it says review. Yea, please leave me one, I would love to know what you all thought, even if you didn’t like it. Thanks!
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